Karma - Zen Garden lyrics

[Verse 1: Jedi] If the zen right And my ends right And my n***as keep it a hundred like ten 10's I Feel balanced No scales when I deal knowledge Even though I never been to a real college My cup runeth over It's like comparing the sun to a super nova You slower than koopa soldiers And I'm coming through the pipeline The mic is the lifeline I want to make a mill Leveled up faster Just so I could be a master Now I mastered this sh** like my pokedex filled, ew Peep the catastrophe I don't avidly rap But I just advocate The use of rap gravity To pull you in, electromagnetic This, Rap Calisthenics Work out your mind while you at it Rhyme addict My lines somewhere in the attic While you n***as at ground zero still tryna grasp it Acid when I spit, elastic Tryna stretch like Mr. Fantastic sh**, four tabs of acid Tripping like my shoelace untied n***as hear this sh** and they're like who, what, where, why But don't ask how Stay away from beef, it'll make you a cash cow Used to be cla** clown Now we just act wild [Hook: Var] The code is this He who rolls the piff Holds it so close between both his finger tips It got the dopest benefits Hotbox the room got the smoke lingerin' Mary Jane so shameless, bring her in Mary Jane so shamelessss.. Dead right, If the zen right Var be there every night [Verse 2: Trigg] I said I'm, astronomically creative with these written bars That's ironic because I'm rolling with them shooting stars Var on the hook, that's Kareem Abdul Jabbar Throwin' sky hooks n***a, 4th quarter gotta ball Trigg, you know I stay top notch Use you squares as a stepping stone, I'm playing hop scotch Till I got the top spot 'Fore I'm in that pine box I swear that life is ticking hiiipower sped up the damn clocks I spit that deadly superstition Gas like matter to this solid competition Match tip, pen point, this the hottest sh** written Straight flames n***a, now you all fall vitcim Fork in your brain is you 'gainst em or you with them Got a wild crew, want to ball, Scottie Pippen.. [Hook] [Verse 3: Var] My n***a Sam said drop a free So I had to cop me a bit of property Long acres See where the bong takes us Police perpetrate us just because they see the pigment on our faces Faded It smell like dank sh** and teens sippin' spirits We liftin' spirits, blurred vision Then the piff will clear it Slurred lizzips I was sizzippin' on Hennessy Plenty flowin' like down stream Mississippi tendencies These dudes sleepin' like this been a drill If they really want to get it poppin' well then I will And I'll k** off all competition There's really no calm petitions cause n***as k** So when I write this bet I cite the game and write its will [Hook]